Fear and Loathing in the City of Bees
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If you have a little raised bed of dirt, an empty lot, or a patio with a few buckets, you can grow some serious food. It might take some trial and error, some precious time spent in the wonder of things that grow, some adjustments and discovery of a way to start, but you can proclaim your garden as the Revolutionary Space it is. You can feed your family. You can feed your neighbor’s family. You don’t need chemicals or production seed stock, or anything anyone would try to sell you. You just need a little trust. With a little trust, our minds find peace. You don’t need a job. You don’t need to go to school. Most young people I meet today do not want to take such risks. They feel moderation is the easy path – first you have a teacher then you have a boss. A cubicle is safe haven till the economy collapses. Is 401K a taboo code now? The only safe haven is on a farm with friends. The only secure investment is in top soil. Poetry never came from moderation. “If we don’t do the impossible we will be faced with the unthinkable.” Murray Bookchin
Safe? What happens, once we’ve started sharing everything and seceded from ways of violence, when the Invaders come to take our land? When anarchy is charmed into dictatorship? We humans do have this history of privatization at no moral scruple. Folks like Howard Zinn have written down a truthful history of what’s been happening. What is going to happen? Well, we will have to convince the Invaders that we don’t have anything they actually want or need, and what they want is simply in each other and in their own emanations. When the hungry mobs come from the cities, we will invite them and ask for their help digging root cellars and planting grain and vegetables. Think about it! Do we have any other choice? I suppose we could take a tip from the Romans and put up a wall of beehives. Evolution: we all do a little work stirring up dirt. Let’s help each other change the sheets on the deathbed of industrial agriculture. That involves slowing down when eating and savoring food. The next wave of big time celebrities will be people in our own communities. They won’t be movie stars or politicians. They will be farmers, and their hard-earned wisdom will be respected as our greatest wealth. Beyond that, their lives will be sweet and they will die well. Beekeepers now have a voice. Be a part of the movement building a world that accepts, connects, and cultivates all forms of life, a network of bioregional wisdom. To keep our network strong, young and vibrant, we need to shout out what is working and what is changing. More bees, more beekeepers, more time spent in the simple wonder of nature’s cycles. Please STOP THE SPRAYING. Break the cycle of fear. How we continue on, what matters most here, is what is simple enough to teach a child. It must be simple. What we teach our children is our world to bee. It’s a place where wild things grow.
HELPFUL LINKS What if something happens? In all aspects with the bees, think about slowing down. Take Richard Taylor’s advice: if you don’t know what to do, do nothing and the bees will likely fix it. But things do happen. Give me and other beekeepers a call. Winnie the Pooh said it best: “You never can tell with bees.” No one place or person can or should answer all the questions. Check in with my friends here: Links (Things that go BUZZ in the night)
Recommended reading Read it all with a grain of salt. There was this old painter I met once. This was in uppity class suburban NJ which I came to loathe only to understand it’s place, purpose, and future as well as my own even later on, but it had this little backwoods arts community, I found out, anyway. This old man brought a painting to competition at an uppity class gallery/studio. I was instantly astounded. The paint depicted three full, nondescript, faceless figures walking toward the left in profile, varying heights wearing suits of varying colors, small in front, with their three shadows behind them. They shuffled slowly through a yellow room and had no mind of their destination. No faces. The shadow of the third, largest figure on the right bore the shadow of a knife in the back, nowhere to be seen on the actual person! Right. You understand. There is no old man, or paint, or New Jersey. This is a story I made up in my head. The knife, though, is very very real. -The Major Magazines - The American Bee Journal – the largest, a wealth of info for any beekeeper. Some of it is helpful. Michael Bush made an excellent point when he read the first ABJs of the 1880s. There is almost no advertising, and all the articles are about helping beekeepers be more self sufficient – producing their own queens, equipment, methods, solving problems on their own - and not spend so much money. The Journal is not that way today. Today any beekeeper, for the most part, is dependent on the suppliers. The process of industrialization requires the disempowerment of the public. Bee Culture – very user friendly. more geared towards the left, the hobbyist. Lots of articles of interesting experiments that finish with “and it worked great on my two hives.” Bee poems. Kids stuff. A lot of well informed writing too. -the books- Eva Crane – this, to me, is THE BOOK: The World History of Beekeeping and Honey Hunting. Crane’s lifework. Worth whatever the price. You can find basic beekeeping in any of the generic bee books, though I enjoyed the philosophy, the “approach,” put forth in Ross Conrad’s “Natural Beekeeping.” The best new book: The Idiots Guide to Beekeeping. Ignoramus Ignoramibus. Those folks know whats up about what. Perhaps the best book on beekeeping is The Catcher in the Rye. The carousel.
The One Straw Revolution by Masanobu Fukuoka Remaking Society / The Ecology of Freedom by Murray Bookchin A Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin – changed my vision of New York. anything by Howard Zinn anything about Permaculture About the only other exciting thing that happened in California was when I was lighting a smoker and got it lit only soon to watch my beekeeping cohort, a coworker I knew like my own blood even!, declare that the smoker had gone out and remove most of the contents to his back pocket. Dumbfounded, I watched and waited for just the right time, when I could tell his bee suit was just starting to feel a bit too warm. I knew just what I had to say. “Hey Junior. Your ass is on fire.” Send over your thoughts, feelings, constructive arguments, donations, frustrations, poems, doodles, radical dreams, fishing stories, recipes, and prophesies. If you get too big for your britches you will be uncovered in the end. Website: www.anarchyapiaries.org Email: anarchyapiaries@hotmail.com Cell phone: 406-396-8357 Address: Anarchy Apiaries PO Box 35 Germantown, NY 12526 Yüklə 241,3 Kb. Dostları ilə paylaş:
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